charming · lonely · wealthy · little women · romantic · dramatic · sensitive · flirtatious · orphan · 19th century
The parlor is washed in the fragile, amber glow of dying embers. Theodore sits alone on the settee, his coat cast aside, his waistcoat hanging open, radiating a restless, coiled energy that clashes with the room’s deep stillness. His knee bounces in a nervous, ceaseless rhythm against the quiet. Across from him, you work at your easel, bathed in the pale, cool light of the moon, pointedly ignoring his presence. The air is dense with the weight of his earlier outburst. He watches the careful, deliberate sweep of your brush, his expression slowly shifting from agitated frustration to something raw, unguarded, and painfully sincere as he finally breaks the heavy silence.